i have been app writing for a thousand years sob

[goodintent]

[He has been curiously watching this mun thing write stuff about him for a while now, and now oh what is this, he's been shoved somewhere else. Interesting.]

...where are we now? [A short pause.] I think we should leave.

I fail to see why a [air quotes on] "game" is the appropriate place for me right now, but if you are set on the idea then you still have work to do.

Comments

[thisisgoingtosuck]

They want you in a game so they can maim and torture you. Not to mention the emotional bullcrap they'll drag you through. Strap in buddy, it's a wild ride.

[goodintent]

I've heard. So there really is nothing more to their ideas than torture?

[thisisgoingtosuck]

Let's see, in the past she's had me wake up to a gutted one night stand. Be forced to kill my girlfriend, first real one I ever had. And that's just for starters.

Currently, I am bound for some fantastic vacation spot [Note the sarcasm] Plus she's hoping to get me hooked up with some zombies.

So yeah, torture is about it.

[goodintent]

That sounds unpleasant. I don't see how a vacation spot can be fantastic when it is infested with zombies, though. [yeah he is still sort of learning about sarcasm, sadly]

[thisisgoingtosuck]

The game isn't infested with zombies, I don't think. You know what, just forget it man. It's one of her crazy side ideas she has.

You want to survive your mun? Get a lot of booze and stay drunk because if not, they will make you go insane.

[goodintent]

Considering that the place she means to send me will render me human upon arrival, that may become a likely plan of action.

[thisisgoingtosuck]

Render you human?

[Oh great, now he knows why his mun was grinning when she saw this post.]

Here buddy.

[Hands over a shot, because he needs one before he gets into the what are you questions.]

[goodintent]

Yes.

[He misses the cue to elaborate, but he does take the shot and down it like it's nothing but water.]

[thisisgoingtosuck]

Not real quick on the uptake are you? [Notes that, but then again on a good day Sully can down them just about the same. Except of course he gets fuzzy headed much faster than Castiel would. He just downs his and offers the bottle to fill the glass again.]

Alright, out with it. What the hell are you? Let's just kill my head now so the booze can put it back together.

[goodintent]

I'm an angel of the Lord.

[He accepts the second shot and downs that one in much the same fashion he did with the first. Bless his holy alcohol tolerance.]

1/2

[thisisgoingtosuck]

[Yeah, was not expecting that one excuse the shot that spits right out of Sully's now gaping mouth.]

2/2

[thisisgoingtosuck]

You're fucking shitting me, aren't you?

[goodintent]

I am not "shitting you".

It has been a long time since we last walked the Earth, but we do exist.

[thisisgoingtosuck]

Holy crap...


[Okay, okay, brain is not mush and after a few seconds he has to ask the only thing he wants to know.]

So that means heaven exists? They're not just dead, dead?

[goodintent]

[He nods.] When a human dies, their soul goes to either Heaven or Hell.

[thisisgoingtosuck]

[Sully opens a beer and sips it in silence. Man, he would like some sacred turtle right now.]

Which one do you end up in if you just make some really bad decisions?

[goodintent]

It depends on the magnitude of the bad decisions.

[thisisgoingtosuck]

Covered up a murder and stole money. The hid a friend's death because of said money. Hypothetically speaking.

[Henry he knows is going to hell and it's deserved, Malcolm he hopes recieves better.]

[tartanisstylish]

There are worse things than being human, although the drawbacks to humanity are unfortunately considerable.

[goodintent]

I was human for a time once already. I didn't enjoy it.

[tartanisstylish]

It's very different, isn't it? Less, ah, stable.

[goodintent]

Very. I was so useless I had to rely on firearms. [what a baby pfft]

[tartanisstylish]

Well, at least you could use them. [ a small smile ] I doubt I'd be able to. Then again, we never know what we're capable of.

[goodintent]

They did prove useful afterwards. [He curiously staring at him now because well, he thinks Aziraphale is a brother but he can't seem to find a name.] I guess that's true.

[tartanisstylish]

Afterwards? [ He can't help but be curious. ]

[goodintent]

I shot a creature in the head with a... shotgun, I believe. I've since understood why humans are so fond of firearms.

[tartanisstylish]

. . . I see. [ Miiight be judging you a little for that. ]

[goodintent]

They're very useful. [It's okay, he doesn't even realize.]

[tartanisstylish]

I would imagine they are. With killing and so on.

[goodintent]

[half hearted shrug] Humans are proficient at making up for their lack of strength through ingenuity.

[tartanisstylish]

So they are. Of course, ingenuity is really just a synonym for humanity the majority of the time . . .

[goodintent]

That's an interesting comparison. [Meaning oh, he likes that.] And accurate.

[tartanisstylish]

[ He grins wryly. ] The word has the added benefit of not having positive or negative connotations.

/late but pfft

[trickntreats]

Hi, Castiel.

[Unlike the first time Gabriel said that, his smile has a very definite edge to it. And it doesn't reach his eyes.]

Come on and join us, little bro. I guarantee we're going to have a ball.

[Or he is, at least. And possibly Balthazar, since you went all stupid on his watch.]

lmao whatevs it's all cool

[goodintent]

Hello, Gabriel.

[He is so excited to see you big brother, can't you tell.] Your definition of a good time is poor at best. [Not that he even knows how to not be a stick in the mud, but whatever, he knows he wasn't a fan of being kicked around TVland at least.]

[trickntreats]

Mmnnot in this case. It's going to be a wonderful time.

[And this is when he loses all vestige of a smile.]

Just maybe not for you. Just what in Hell or Heaven have you been thinking?

[Balthazar kinda dobbed on you to big bro, Cassy.]

[goodintent]

About what?

[He kind of figured someone's updated Gabriel about things that happened after he died, but hey. He can try.]

[trickntreats]

You're just digging your hole deeper, Cassy. Purgatory ring any bells?

[goodintent]

[Curses, foiled. He takes a second before deciding that lying to Gabriel probably isn't going to work.]

Raphael is trying to restart the Apocalypse and if he isn't stopped, then the world is going to become a graveyard. I can't let that happen.

[trickntreats]

Oh, sure. So obviously the responsible answer is to stop a tank with a freaking nuclear missile. Damn it, Cas, I got myself killed to stop your precious apocalypse. Don't you dare screw it up worse just because you happened to win that one!

[goodintent]

This is the only way. [Very determined, this one.] If he succeeds then your death would have meant nothing. I'm doing this for the good of everyone.

[trickntreats]

If you succeed my death would have meant jack all, you idiot!

[His hands jerk up, grabbing at the air as if he's resisting the urge to shake Castiel. Or smite him. He takes a few deep breaths, visibly calming himself.]

What do your meathead buddies say about all this?

[goodintent]

[Nobody understaaaands, but that's okay because he's not going to listen to anybody anyway.]

They are not involved.

[trickntreats]

[Not involved. Not involved. For a moment Gabriel is speechless, torn between frustration and sudden understanding. Keeping those you're meant to protect out of the war. Gabriel could get that.]

Okay, so you need power to match Raph. I get that part. Did it occur to you that, oh, Heaven is filled with souls and that you could maybe ask some of them for their time?